Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 28.2

Lin Wanqing’s nose and cheeks were pink from the cold, and her eyes were a little red and swollen, looking as if she had been crying for a long time.

As the bird’s nest soup was placed on the table, Lin Wanqing was suddenly pulled onto Yan Qiu’s lap.

“Ah!”

Lin Wanqing shrieked. She didn’t dare to sit on Yan Qiu’s lap for fear of injuring her, so she knelt, using her knees for strength. Her slender waist swayed helplessly, and Yan Qiu’s hand moved from her tailbone up her spine.

“Ooh…”

“Why isn’t my Sweetie smiling today?” Yan Qiu pressed her finger against the corner of Lin Wanqing’s mouth, rubbing her lips, which lacked much color, until they were overly red.

Rubbing them repeatedly—how could a young girl’s lips tolerate such torment?

Lin Wanqing was already feeling wronged, and having her lips and lower back touched like that made her look even more distressed and pathetic.

She held onto Yan Qiu’s shoulder. “Sister Qiuqiu, please stop bullying me. I beg you.”

Yan Qiu scooped out a mouthful of bird’s nest soup with a spoon and pried open Lin Wanqing’s lips. “Drink some. It’s good for your body.”

The spoon forced its way in with irresistible force, almost touching her throat.

That was hardly a proper feeding motion.

It was clearly a malicious pleasure.

Lin Wanqing couldn’t swallow, and the bird’s nest soup dribbled down her mouth to her chin and neck.

Tears welled up from the corners of her eyes. Lin Wanqing’s tongue was helplessly pressed down by the spoon.

She was so pitiful.

She didn’t dare to lean on Yan Qiu’s legs and could only kneel on the wheelchair in a desperate position.

Yan Qiu: “So disobedient. How can you grow taller if you don’t eat more?”

How can you get pregnant if you don’t eat more?

The accumulated grievances in her heart caused her tears to fall like a burst dam, splashing onto Yan Qiu’s hand.

“Enough, I can’t eat any more, please no…”

The scalding tears not only failed to evoke pity from the woman but made her even more perverse, determined to force-feed both bowls of bird’s nest soup down her throat.

The intense feeling of suffocation forced Lin Wanqing to swallow the bird’s nest soup. The two bowls meant for both her and Yan Qiu were all poured into her own stomach.

The thick, milky-white bird’s nest soup flowed from the corners of her mouth, making her look utterly miserable and staining her beautiful clothes.

Yan Qiu meticulously wiped her little wife in her arms with a handkerchief.

“Are you full? The kitchen asked if you wanted a few more jars.”

Lin Wanqing was horrified and tried to get off her lap but was held down by the waist.

“No!”

Yan Qiu indulged her: “Alright, then no more.”

The young girl’s initially pale face was now flushed red from the ordeal. Her cheeks were burning hot, and her stomach was full and slightly bloated.

She was indeed a little hungry earlier, but now she was completely full.

Yan Qiu: “Did something unpleasant happen at school today?”

Lin Wanqing paused and shook her head. “No, same as usual.”

Yan Qiu graciously replied, “Good. If you encounter anything upsetting, remember to tell me.”

Lin Wanqing was preoccupied with the old man’s request for Yan Qiu’s photo. The wind outside picked up, and large raindrops beat against the glass window. The cold wind outside was howling and terrifying.

Lin Wanqing, completely defeated, went to take a bath with tears in her eyes. She prepared a heavy basin of medicated foot-soaking water and pushed it into the bedroom.

Water could be heard rushing in the other bathroom. Lin Wanqing sat alone beside the tub, crying helplessly.

The pain of being plagiarized, the torment of Yan Qiu’s malicious pleasure, the competition the next day…

The young girl wore a thin nightgown, her shoulders heaving.

Tears streamed down her face. She hated her weak nature that made her cry over small things.

“Still crying?”

Yan Qiu, wiping her hair, wheeled herself in from the doorway.

She leaned over to wipe Lin Wanqing’s tear stains. The corners of her mouth still had faint red marks left by the spoon.

It was highly provocative and stirred up a sense of sinful desire in others.

Yan Qiu sat on the edge of the bed and put her legs into the tub.

Lin Wanqing struggled to hold back her tears. “Sister, please don’t play like this again…”

Yan Qiu applied a cool ointment to her swollen lips. “I went too far today. I apologize to Sweetie.”

She looked down at the young girl, her little finger gently hooking Lin Wanqing’s chin, forcing her pitiful little wife to meet her eyes.

“Your parents came tonight, wanting me to increase the investment,” Yan Qiu said. “I refused. Will Sweetie blame me?”

“Business is not about favors. One must be practical. Since it has reached the point of bankruptcy liquidation, there is no need for forced retrieval.”

Lin Wanqing’s words were merciless. She admitted she held grudges against both her father and mother.

Yan Qiu: “Good.”

She knelt on the carpet to massage Yan Qiu’s legs. The smooth, slender calves were constantly being pressed at the acupuncture points in her palms, one little bit at a time, stimulating the nerves.

Lin Wanqing’s fingers were soft and boneless. Yan Qiu let out a short, sharp gasp.

The room was extremely quiet. The wind and rain outside were fierce, and that single gasp made it impossible for Lin Wanqing to ignore.

Lin Wanqing’s cheeks were burning hot. As if in a trance, she dried Yan Qiu’s legs.

She quietly took out her phone and snapped a picture of Yan Qiu leaning on the bedside.

She immediately pressed the send button to the old man.

A few minutes later, another five thousand yuan red packet was sent back.

Old Man: I feel relieved with you taking care of Miss Qiu. If you have any problems with work or studies, you can always ask her.

Lin Wanqing: Tapped Receive.

Money moves hearts.

“Are you taking a sneak photo of me?” Yan Qiu sat up in bed. “Clumsy acting.”

Lin Wanqing’s mind buzzed. She quickly deleted the conversation with the old man.

“I…”

Lin Wanqing dared not look at Yan Qiu.

“I didn’t take any improper pictures.”

She knew that someone like Yan Qiu would highly value privacy and would not allow pictures of herself outside of media releases.

Lin Wanqing’s action had unintentionally violated a major taboo.

Yan Qiu placed the hot milk on the bedside table. “Let me see the picture. Drink the milk first; it helps with sleep.”

Seeing that there was no expected anger, Lin Wanqing felt a little reassured and handed over her phone.

The picture didn’t show Yan Qiu’s face, only a straight, long leg exposed outside the blanket, which had been stained red by the medicated soak. It was clear her skin was very good, and there were marks of where it had been massaged.

Yan Qiu looked at the picture, then looked at Lin Wanqing.

She recalled what the secretary had said during the meeting: “Only when you like someone do you take their picture as a screensaver. Otherwise, it would be bad luck to keep it on your phone.”

The young woman at the meeting had accidentally projected a picture of herself and her girlfriend onto the wall as her computer background.

Yan Qiu quietly set a picture of Lin Wanqing as a child as her phone screen.

Yan Qiu returned the phone to Lin Wanqing. “You like my legs that much?”

The milk cup left a little “mustache” on Lin Wanqing’s upper lip. Yan Qiu handed her a tissue to wipe it clean.

Yan Qiu: “You said before that you liked how I, in a wheelchair, could be manipulated by you at will.”

Lin Wanqing: “…Cough, cough, cough—”

Yan Qiu said faintly: “Drink slowly.”

Lin Wanqing finished the milk, terrified, and curled up trembling in the blanket.

“I was wrong…”

The legs, scalded by the hot water, pressed against Lin Wanqing. “Next time, you can take pictures openly, no need to be sneaky.”

Lin Wanqing was completely unable to clear her name and could only nod obediently: “Okay, thank you, Sister.”

The night light was turned off. The entire room was pitch black, with only the beauty in her arms and the sound of short, scared breaths.

Yan Qiu: “When your competition is over, I need to commission a perfume that fits the company’s image and temperament.”

Lin Wanqing’s eyes lit up when she heard there was work. “Okay, Sister Qiuqiu, tell me the requirements, and I will produce a rough plan in the next few days.”

Yan Qiu: “…No rush.”

Lin Wanqing: “It can be free. I won’t charge.”

Yan Qiu: “Charge the market price.”

After soaking her feet, Yan Qiu fell asleep soundly. Her breathing became even and relaxed shortly after.

Lin Wanqing tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Her anxiety had lessened, and her eyes were no longer crying, though the corners still felt a red, stinging pain.

Her hand fumbled under the blanket, and her fingers accidentally burrowed under Yan Qiu’s pillow.

What was that, a piece of fabric that had been torn to shreds?

Her fingers were exceptionally sensitive, feeling the only intact piece of Suzhou embroidery.

The outline felt like a small rabbit?

A moon?

Lin Wanqing would recognize that handkerchief even if it were burned to ashes.

Wasn’t that… her embroidery assignment?!

Lin Wanqing’s head buzzed. All drowsiness vanished.

How could Yan Qiu have her damaged assignment?

The school teacher had said the surveillance footage stopped there, and the thief was never found.

The thief was Yan Qiu?!

Just as Lin Wanqing was about to illuminate the piece of fabric with her phone, her wrist was suddenly seized.

Yan Qiu opened her sleepy eyes: “What are you looking at?”

Lin Wanqing looked at her in fear, stammering: “I must have been mistaken. How could my assignment be with Sister? I’m sorry, I was half-asleep…”

Yan Qiu tucked the handkerchief under the pillow. “I want to collect everything related to Sweetie. Is that not allowed?”